Summary: At breakfast with Jack and the Winchesters, an incidental comment leads to some hilarious results. Characters: Reader. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline Word Count: 883 Warnings: One swear word, fluff A/N: I was singing in the car on the way to work and this came to mind when I sang that line. The song I’m referencing is here, just in case you have been living under a sound proof rock have different taste in music. Beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology. Enjoy!
The moment you smelled the delicious scent of cooking bacon, you were out of bed, throwing on some flannel pajama pants and one of Dean’s old t-shirts. Ever since you moved into the bunker, you had been progressively stealing more and more of Dean’s clothes, but he never said anything. You assumed he was happy to share, but knowing him, he probably liked how you looked in his clothes.
You stepped into your slippers and began walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. You checked all three rooms on the way and Sam, Dean, and Jack were all not in theirs. You let your nose guide the way and ignored the grumbling in your stomach as you walked into the kitchen.
“I smelled bacon,” you smiled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
Dean was at the stove flipping pancakes while Jack and Sam were chatting at the table. You couldn’t help but notice the way Dean’s black t-shirt hugged him closely, allowing you to get an eyeful of the defined muscles in his back as he moved around the kitchen. You weren’t sure if your mouth was watering because of the bacon or Dean, but at this point you didn’t care.
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